Sweeney Todd and utter cruelty

"There's a hole in the world like a great, black pit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it
And its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit
And it goes by the name of London."

Yep. I went to go see Sweeney Todd. It was fantastic. I'm not sure if I want to see it again, though: I got sick to my stomache. So, if you have a strong stomache (or if you're like me and you're willing to turn your head at really gore-y points for the sake of seeing a good film), GO SEE IT. Keep in mind, though: it's rated R for a reason.

Oh, and I have to go back to school on Tuesday. David Bowie's birthday. I should stay home for "religious reasons," like I was tempted to do on Freddie's birthday. And Keith Moon's. And Robert Plant's. Not to mention Jimmy Page's birthday is the day after Bowie's...Huh..wonder if I could get away with that?

And now for the cruelty bit! XD I forget if I've written it on here or not, but since a little bit before Thanksgiving, I've gone vegetarian. Not vegan, although I'd like to maybe do that in the future, but vegetarian. Anyway, my mom said earlier today that she had fried chicken. -_- The woman's trying to kill me. At least she was nice enough not to cook it while I was home, but the plate's still in the kitchen. STARING AT ME. The whole house smells like fried chicken.

My body is trying to die.